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I was mugged. Not just me. There were a few of us. My oldest brother and a couple of his friends were “letting” me play basketball with them at P.S. 67 (they number the public schools in New York City). I was maybe ten years old and winter was over,...

Are you drifting through life? You know the feeling…you look back at the last year, or maybe five years, and you wonder, “Am I living life or is life living me?” Or maybe you’re the polar opposite of that: you’re driven. You are consumed with that goal you are chasing...

Can a Gift Change Your Life? I still remember Christmas morning 1983. It was early, of course, and my siblings and I rushed downstairs to the living room to see what “Santa” had left us in our stockings. I froze in the middle of the staircase because sitting in front...